On our seventh wedding anniversary, my husband was "away on business" as usual. Before the old butler left, he quietly hinted that I should check the hidden compartment in the study. Inside it was every piece of evidence of my husband's affair. I had stayed home and taken care of everything for him, used my connections to help pave the way for his company to go public.
In return, I found out he had been sending his mistress huge monthly transfers and buying her several luxury homes. I didn't cry or make a scene. I calmly copied all the evidence and called my top attorney. "I want a divorce." Ethan Carter never would have imagined that the wife he gave only 2,000 dollars a month was the heiress to the richest family in the country. She was also a business titan in her own right. Now I was going to make him lose everything.
